Love isn’t out to get you;
it's cheering you on!
But you’re the type that turns gold into dust—
oh, but you try;
you try to carry the gold—
sunshine resting in the palm of your hands—
from a place of comfort
to a place too hard to understand;
and...
what you do understand,
is the girl for you is         far! away from comfort,
and by her side
is where you want to stand.
So
—go.
And while you may not make it
with gold in your hands,
just
know:
love can turn dust
into soft
summer
sand.